" Thinking a bit, he added, "From the sound of things, he's going to get her today..." Wow! No wonder you're nervous! Fucking your own mothers..." Who...a! I thought I made that clear!" Rick corrected. "We DON'T do our OWN mothers! Just each other's! That's kind of a group rule..." Oh! Okay! Still..." Yeah," Rick agreed. "Anyone who stumbles onto the situation will ASSUME we're crossing THAT line -- and it is impossible to prove that we're not ... Mom figures a prosecutor would have a field day. "“Yada, yada, tell me what I need to know. What’s he like to do?”“He’s a gamer like me, enjoys reading, sailing, swimming, and if you promise not to tell, writing and playing the drums.” “In the sack silly, what turns him on; I’m sure you’ve talked about that.”“This is a bit surprising, but he’s not a kiss-and-tell guy. He's a gentleman. I can’t tell you what he enjoys. He’s never told me anything about that, save for if he had a good time or not. His favorite color is purple.”“Does he like. "Oh my god..." gasped Clyda. "Ebony, that's fucking incredible!" "That's right girl," said Ebony. "You just ride up and down to your heart's content on me, while I take care of business down here. We're covering all the bases tonight."Clyda rode Ebony's cock in a slow and steady rhythm, like a horse on a merry-go-round. The wonderful pressure and squeezing of Ebony's hands on her cock and balls spurred Clyda to taking even more of Ebony's shaft inside her pussy. Towards the peak of her. She pulls the shirt off of my body, revealing the muscular frame I hide so well. Not that she can see. The blindfold has not come off and now it's entirely because she wants it on.She starts feeling her way down, grabbing my butt through the dark blue jeans. The intoxication of impending sex is overwhelming. I can feel the intense need rising over me as she kneads my flesh with utter abandon.We're caught in a moment of stasis even as our bodies writhe against each other. It's my move now and I.